When I was ten, I “discovered” the Beatles. In short order, I dug out my mom’s old guitar from the closet and worked out how to play Day Tripper. Thus began my métier of guitar, music, physics, and the language of feelings. A multitude of lamps came to life to illuminate my journey through the shadowed paths in my life because of this beginning.

I owe a lot to the Fab Four. Holding you in the light, John.

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